[His voice is so, so rough. It would be easier to speak with water, but he doesn't allow himself that.
A large part of it's about Boa. But it's also about Aya, about his mother, about his father's knife falling upon them the same way Ren's rock did upon Boa's temple. It's about all of the times he imagined the same happening to him, because he didn't leave to go play, because he stayed with his sister and it cost him his life instead, painful stab by stab.
He still wishes he could bring them back. But watching Boa was only a stark reminder that he can't do the same for everyone he comes across, everyone he cares about. First, it would be Aya, then his parents if he could. Boa ranked third and by then there was no saving him, because you only get one wish. He'd embarked on his Journey to gain control over his fate, and yet here he is, powerless, again and again, and--
It's not the ending. But without an ending in sight, the long road that stretches ahead brings with it a certain despair.]
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[His voice is so, so rough. It would be easier to speak with water, but he doesn't allow himself that.
A large part of it's about Boa. But it's also about Aya, about his mother, about his father's knife falling upon them the same way Ren's rock did upon Boa's temple. It's about all of the times he imagined the same happening to him, because he didn't leave to go play, because he stayed with his sister and it cost him his life instead, painful stab by stab.
He still wishes he could bring them back. But watching Boa was only a stark reminder that he can't do the same for everyone he comes across, everyone he cares about. First, it would be Aya, then his parents if he could. Boa ranked third and by then there was no saving him, because you only get one wish. He'd embarked on his Journey to gain control over his fate, and yet here he is, powerless, again and again, and--
It's not the ending. But without an ending in sight, the long road that stretches ahead brings with it a certain despair.]